Poisoned on a Bus
Fake nails, fake tits, short skirts, and weaves
Two skanks left
Which will he choose?
Kiddo
Five fingered assassin
Cut through your former brethren
Your cub awaits
Damnit, this totally doesn’t fit the “less than 17 syllables” but I am posting it anyway
Saul Tigh-my BSG Counterpart
It’s not the eye of the tiger you lack
Just the eye of a man
Drunken robot, eternal Adama fan
3 comments:
I thought your first poem was about "The Bachelor" until I read the labels. So congrats on writing something so universally applicable! :)
I feel like I don't watch enough tv...but at the same time, I felt like I didn't need to watch any to understand...
Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey. Now I have to go watch them again. :)
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